Lyrics:
Sports agency, ninety-nine, all player (player)
Street nigga might sign a ball player
Niggas hard of hearin', I done told y'all
Wintertime the only time
90/10, nigga, I want more than half of that
I can drop a tape and you go platinum and won't make half of that (gangsta)
I'm a hustler, game giver
ninety-nine and a half just won't do, stand by me
Hey, hey, if its real, what you feel, come on and stand by
Don't you stop 'til we get to the top, hey,
in half with you
Do the calculations on them pounds
Do the math with you
We could shoot it out with 'em
I'm with you you know I'ma hide you if
They
technical nympho triumph, raw intricate
I need medical then more science, scar's 'n' stitches
Alphabetical gems blow by him, pause it a bit
Tech N9
became a fame
I cannot see my brains layin
On the ground
I keep my 9 on my waistline
Chop 'em down
Picks up the shells could leave no evidence around
scientifically you can never get to the distance
Which you can't divide it by half
You could get to the size of an atom and divide that space
By half
And as they
can wipe a n*gga out, faster than the cops
and this unstable way of living just, had to stop
Half of my n*ggaz got time, we done real things
By
and hauled me back
Had no friend who'd go my bail
They stuck my dried-up carcass in the county jail
Early next morning 'round half past nine
I saw
took me back
Had no friends for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in the county jail.
Early next morning about a half past nine
I
and they took me back
I had no friend for to go my bail
They slapped a dime of carcus in the county jail.
Earley next morning about a half past nine
I
took me back
Had no friends for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in the county jail.
Early next morning about a half past nine
I
Lawdy, have a mercy on me
The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
Ninety-nine years in the San Quentin pen
Ninety-nine years underneath that
and they took me back
Had no friends for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in the county jail
Got up next morning about a half past nine
I
took me back
Had no friends for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in the county jail.
Early next morning about a half past nine
I
Adams, like Tom Cruise
A half inch more, John Quincy Adams, excluding his shoes
Five feet eight, four presidents stood, James Polk and Taylor, too
William
Lawdy, have a mercy on me
The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
Ninety nine years in the Folsom pen
Ninety nine years underneath that ground
I
Paid 90 for my grill and lost it, that's why I ain't smilin' (damn)
You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz, Kash Dolla
Paint you red, throw you in
took me back
Had no friends for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in the county jail.
Early next morning about a half past nine
I
took me back
Had no friends for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in the county jail.
Early next morning about a half past nine
I
and hauled me back
Had no friend who'd go my bail
They stuck my dried-up carcass in the county jail
Early next morning 'round half past nine
I saw
a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay!
Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
And I cut my teeth
It's more nine hundred miles
Oh,
Parody of â??The Real Slim Shady" originally performed by Eminem
May I have your repentance please?
May I have your repentance please?
Will you tell
the Prada, sometimes Gabbana
You're 9-0, my guns is Valentino
MAC wavin', "Queen Bitch" engraved in (What?)
And my peeps, it increased then ceased
Then sink
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